My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Felix subconsciously hugged the Thor figurine in his arms tighter when he saw Bradley.

Clark greeted him politely as well. “Mr. Warner, you don’t look too good. Do you feel unwell somewhere?”

Clark had watched Bradley grow up. One glance was all the older man needed to see that Bradley was not in the right mood.

“Clark, you’re here?” Bradley said gently, seeing Felix cling to the Thor figurine fondly, “Felix’s happy to see you.”

Clark patted Felix’s head. “Mr. Felix’s in a brighter mood because he’s gotten healthy now.”

He paused to think for a moment and asked, “Ms. Quill donated her bone marrow to Mr. Felix. Mr. Bradley, I could prepare some nutritious meals for her these days. What do you think?”

Once Bradley thought about Esther, whose fate was unknown in the operating room,

he stiffly rejected the idea. “She has Mr. Searle taking care of her. No need to consider her so much.”

“Mr. Bradley, Mr. Searle’s care is his effort. Ms. Quill is still Mr. Felix’s savior. She gave him a second chance at life.”

still had this attitude. It was clear that

Matters of the heart could not

wish them well. He wished

“As you wish.”

numb himself with the mountain of work piled up

door and

“Come in.”

door, walked in quickly,

Warner, the DNA paternity test between you and

his eyebrows slightly and sarcastically asked, “Do you think

away, Madam insisted on

toward Cole, and the latter

DNA

of numbers, his nonchalant gaze suddenly